In the civilian area of ​​Nocheng, a two-story building, Jeron Molu lies in a simple but neat room, looking sideways at the dim starry sky outside the window.

The haircut and facial repair and five buckets of hot water washed away all the dirt and sloppy energy.

His appearance barely evolved from a beggar to an ordinary person, but his thin face and the eyes of wild beasts showed vicissitudes that ordinary people could not reach.

This was the first time in a long time that Jeron had changed into a clean and soft new dress, and the bed beneath him was no longer a cold grass and a tapestry full of lice and rotten.

In the past few decades, he has complained countless times about his unfair fate in the dead of night.

He abides by the Griffon School's creed and chivalrous spirit. After leaving Kyle Siren at the age of fifteen, he traveled all over the world with his sword alone. He could not remember how many times he had eliminated evil monsters for the poor farmers purely for free or for most of the rewards.

He asked himself, and never did anything wrong.

But it was him who suffered heavy damage and torture one after another, his home was destroyed, he lost all his relatives and friends, and was alone.

Do kind people deserve these bad luck?

He began to doubt the righteous acts he had done in his youth, the spirit of the griffin, and whether the good or evil in this world had its meaning.

This suspicion, which was in conflict with the deep-rooted belief he had received since childhood, still tortures him to this day.

But during the time Cohen was with him, he figured it out a little—he had to ask Teacher Elland to find an answer.

"Don't look for-"

"Sorry, teacher," Jayron sighed, muddy tears slid down his thin and shriveled cheeks, "The answer is sometimes more important than life."

...

The mist in the morning enveloped the buildings. The sky just now was as dark as ink, but white light was shining.

On the quiet streets of Nog City, five witch hunters walked side by side to the southwest corner of the commercial area, which belonged to the territory of collector Gowen Samsha.

"Brother Coen, Igsena didn't fix you last night?" Lambert gently massaged the mountain-shaped hairline with his five fingers, as if such a massage would prevent it from fading. "You were as smelly as a trash can at the time. I swear, if she was her, I would definitely break up with you!"

"Roy greeted me, it's less than three months since the agreement was agreed upon," Cohen changed into a gorgeous fur coat, and his whole body was completely renewed. There was a one-shoulder backpack on the right swaying with his footsteps. "And Igsena is a gentle and good girl, she can understand me."

"Then cherish it," Resor reminded, "don't let down the beauty like Dandelion."

"Where is Master Dan?"

"I heard that Pusirah hadn't spoken to him in a week."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and their eyes looked not far away, and the rolling spires of the houses penetrated into the sky like jagged teeth.

"Can that lady tell the whereabouts of Teacher Elan?" Geron Molu, in gray leather armor, confirmed nervously again,

"Half-guard." Roy glanced at the one-shouldered backpack beside Cohen. "The Book of Shadows was originally written by Grand Master Elland. He has carried it with him for hundreds of years, and it is very involved."

"Even if it can't work, aren't you still there?"

"As the unexpected son of Master Elland, you have a strong bond with him. Perhaps for this reason, he was able to contact you through meditation."

"The Book of Shadows and the Law of Unexpectedness are like a bright lighthouse that helps the fortune tellers drive away the mist and guide the direction."

Jeron's face was slightly calmer.

And Roy's mind turned another thought.

There is a spell called the transference probe that can find people through emotional connections. Jeron became a disciple of Grand Master Elland because of the unexpected rule. There is deep feelings between them, and this method can also be used as an alternative.

...

Kelin Tiri was splitting her waist on a blanket on the second floor terrace, doing a set of actions that highlighted her feminine charm.

The thin slim sweater reveals the curves of her plump and beautiful figure, with a layer of fine beads of sweat oozing out of her face, her cheeks flushed, and she looks delicate and charming.

She bent down to the left with a slight breath, her ribs pressed against her thighs, her fingertips touched her toes, and her amber vision was lowered, and she just saw four men gushing out of the narrow alley in front of the door.

Her face was startled first, and then she shook her head mockingly.

Today is different from the past. She no longer needs to hide from and hide in Tibet and is illegal.

...

"Good morning, Ms. Lin, I haven't seen you for half a year, and your beauty is even better than the past."

Ms. Bu Mengzhe met with the witch hunter in the first floor lobby. At this time, she had already changed into a slit chest, with the corners of her clothes and the hem of her skirt dotted with floral orange skirts, revealing large areas of delicate wheat-colored skin, and long gray hair draped over her shoulders.

He is as bold and cool as a sorcerer, but his magical power is much thinner.

Lambert began to blink at Roy frantically, and the latter ignored it.

"Master Roy, you can see that you are much better than before." In the hoarse and beautiful voice, she stretched out her hand and asked the demon hunter to kiss her.

Then he served tea thoughtfully and gently swept across the faces of several people.

"Have you been working and life going well recently?" Roy asked,

"For your blessing... Your Excellency Gao Wen is concerned about the faces of all the masters and takes good care of me. No one dares to make things difficult for me as before."

Ke Lin sat on the chair opposite, with his legs crossed and overlapped, and smiled gratefully at the witch hunter, "The business district is full of rich people. They have easy work but their income is richer than before. They live a comfortable life!"

"That's good." A smile appeared on Roy's lips. It was undoubtedly a happy thing for those who were influenced by him to have a better life, not to mention that the other party was such a beauty with special abilities.

"If you encounter any difficulties in the future, do you know where to find us?"

But Lin couldn't help but smile, stood up and bowed to the people, and feasted them for their eyes. Cohen turned his head away from suspicion, Roy, Jeron, Resoran, Lambert's eyes were almost glaring out.

"I think there is something useful to me when you come to me, even if you say it..." But Lin Rongrong raised her hair and said generously, "I will serve you free once."

"Service?" Lambert murmured.

"Then I'll tell you a long story short. We need your help to divine a man's whereabouts." Roy was not polite, "We have a diary he has carried for decades, and his 'unexpected son'..."

"Ms. Lin has heard of the concept of 'Son of Unexpectedness'?" Lambert's eyes shone and volunteered, "Do I need to explain it to you?"

The woman smiled and shook her head, "The Law of Accident is not a witch hunter alone... The hero Zatret Vorutta, Crazy Day, etc. are all sons of the accident."

"We dreamers, who also study fate, and I happened to understand the law of accident. There is no doubt that this unbreakable bond is enough to guide the direction of dreams."

But Lin took the "Book of Shadows" handed over by Cohen, rubbed the cold and hard book shell a few times, and instantly realized that it was absolutely extraordinary.

"Even so, I can't guarantee to find that magistrate, so I can only try my best. Now, please allow me to prepare."

...

About a quarter of an hour later, everyone followed Bu Mengzhe into the bedroom.

The windows were closed tightly, and the curtains blocked the light from the outside.

Only the candles on the wooden racks shine in a dim and comfortable light.

Jeron lay on a soft single sofa, holding "The Book of Shadows" in his arms. The remaining four witch hunters leaned against the iron-wrapped nanmu door, with their arms around their chests and stared quietly.

Bu Mengzhe stood behind Jielong, and his hands were pressing and rubbing his temples lightly and heavily. A wisp of pleasant incense wafted out of the incense burner on the left, making Jielong feel inexplicably sleepy.

"Take a deep breath and relax..." Kerin Tiri stared at the man's confused eyes and blew out a candle to make the light dim and softer.

"I will guide you. First of all, we must establish a spiritual connection. I will ask some questions. You must answer them, and you must answer them honestly and sincerely."

Jaylon breathed deeply, suppressed the repulsion in his heart, and removed the psychological defense established by his long wandering career. He adjusted for about five minutes.

"alright."

"Describing one of your memories of Elland, I need the strongest and most complete memories, about him. It would be better if he established an accident law with you and took you away for the first time."

The man's eyes were aiming at the distance, and memories rolled in his mind.

"In 1087, Elland saved the life of my father, Thomas Molu, in the forest, and proposed an accident law to him, taking away something he already possessed but did not know about it in return - me who was still in Lydia's belly."

"In 1093, when I was six years old, I met Grand Master Elland for the first time..."

"It was then that Lydia told me that I would live with him in the future."

After a quarter of an hour of slow statement, the man closed his eyes and looked a little sad.

"Restrain your emotions and don't indulge in sadness," Kerlin's face did not change, and his palm gently slid on the man's forehead. "Now you have to lie down, relax your whole body, hold my hand, and talk about Elan, what do you think happened to him, why did he disappear, and where should he be now?

As he asked, Bu Mengzhe lit the incense burner on the right side of the sofa.

The white smoke filled the fragrance of grass.

The whole room was filled with smoke.

Jeron's face became blurred in the hazy fog. As the corners of his mouth opened and closed, the smoke and clouds changed, and the sound of the statement became lower and lower, and gradually disappeared.

"Now, try to connect yourself to this book."

He closed his eyes and began to breathe regularly.

Bu Mengzhe stood up, observed the man's expression, confirmed that he was asleep, and then took over the semi-finished sweater prepared by the dressing table - she began to knit the sweater, and the flames stretched out the back of her wall. She was like a goddess, weaving a big net of fate.

Bai Yan enveloped the lying and standing shadows, blending them into one.

...

About half an hour later.

Jeron wakes up from a strange dream.

He opened his eyes, his pupils lost their focal length, and he was confused.

"Deer!" After a crisp snap of his fingers, his eyes returned to their agility.
To be continued...